Rise and Fall


It's a question of nostalgia
It's the blindness of a man
It's a thought of who you reckon with
That makes you understand
That life is so much bugger than,
The pebbles on the ground
The ones you threw across the river
Are the ones that you are bound
So with aching feet, we walk across
This valley that has taken up in rain
And as we stop to feel the drops
We are together and the same
Invited now we share the paths
Each of us have crossed
Rendering the reckoning
That everyone has lost
And at that moment
We are one and we stop to feel the pain
Of every crippled stare, and blank face
That we walked passed in shame
We all wish to see a passed life
Of a youth well spent gone by
Those rivers that your stones were cast
Were bound to go run dry
And as we stop to ask the question, "Why do we crawl?"
We wish we could recall the rise rather than the fall.

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An interpretation of life and the nostalgia we all feel as we grow older.